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Asynda Misery

"Misery isn't always a crack in one's foundations but the weight that holds it together."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Questionable Object

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So begins...

Asynda Misery's Story

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Seria Haenor Character Portrait: Laedir Lust Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery

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The door to Gambit's bar creaked open and five figures hustled in from the dim morning sun-lit street, led by a massive sombre looking copper haired, red skinned, black freckled man thumping ahead in a huge suit of silvery armor, a hammer, sword and shield strapped to his waist and back.
Following him a grouchy woman with glacier blue hair and a pale complexion and several pieces of metal and leather armor under a blue cloak, her right arm in a slightly bloodstained sling and a considerably bloodstained patch over her left eye, a considerable limp forcing her to be supported by a lanky forest-green skinned man with black hair. The green man was so tall that he had to stoop slightly to support the woman properly, a worried look on his face and an eerie misty lantern and a tome of some sort slung to the waist of his simple brown robe and a large axe held in the one arm he wasn't using to support the blue woman though the axe looked awfully out of place on his person.
Behind the limping woman and lanky man a scantily robed woman with glimmering amethyst hair and a light brown complexion, a spear tied to her back followed, her slippered feet noiselessly gliding over the floor and the tails of her robes trailing behind her as though they were alive and beside her a short, young looking teenager followed along with the mismatched group who all heatedly yammered at each other, arguing about something or other while she followed along quietly, a thick leather coat cloaking her body and a metal backpack standing out on their back. The relatively androgynous teen had gold tinted skin and shoulder length emerald hair.

"I keep telling you Maedos you should have waited for us!" The amethyst haired woman said in a condescending manner towards the wounded woman. "You very well could have died, if you had waited we would have captured and killed Erynis!"

The wounded woman grumbled in reply and the tall man looked over his shoulder at the amethyst haired woman.
"Laedir, please don't be so mean, she did what she thought was right." He said in a quiet, gentle voice.

The amethyst haired woman, Laedir, sniffed disdainfully, though she looked genuinely concerned. "It was reckless and suicidal!"

"Aye reckless it may have been but the lass saved two lives from a fate worse than death with her actions." The armored man added with a thick scottish accent as he approached the bar and sat himself down, causing his seat to creak, waving down the bar bot. "I can respect that especially from an Avatar of Judgement." He smiled fondly at the wounded woman who huffed and continued to grumble as the lanky man helped her into her seat.

Laedir opened her mouth to continue to protest as the young teenager split away from the group, staying close but still sitting aside, taking off her pack and putting it down on a table, the metal pack opening itself out and extending four legs to stabilize itself as it expanded and a mechanical arm folded out along with a series of compartments filled with all sorts of bits of junk.
The green haired girl smiled as she went to work, picking up bits and bobs with the help of the glow-jointed mechanical arm, inspecting them closely with a set of looking glasses and humming thoughtfully.

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Seria Haenor Character Portrait: Laedir Lust Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery

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The four armed and armored individuals halted their conversation momentarily to glance at the new comer before looking back to each other and resuming their quiet chatter.

The girl at the table heeded the mysterious stranger no mind as she continued to tinker, laying particular pieces of mineral and metal out on the polished wood's surface as Laedir halted her preaching to take a purple smoothie from one of the bar-bots and place it down for the emerald haired girl.

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Cassidy Swift Character Portrait: Asynda Misery

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Maedos sat at a table, looking rather grouchy with her right arm in a sling and a bandage over her left eye, sighing irately and nursing a glass of whiskey as Asynda checked her wounds, tittering quietly, his lantern whispering at his hip, almost inaudibly before he tugged on one of the bandages, nodding to himself and stretching slightly.
"Now Maedos, I'm going to head out and see if I can't find any more medical nick-nacks." The lanky green skinned man said softly. "So just sit tight and I'll be right back."
Maedos gave her lanky companion a withering glare before growling out a mocking "Yes, mother."
Asynda simply chuckled before making his exit, into the war torn streets of Wing City.

The wounded warrioress simply sniffed disdainfully at her friends departure, shifting in her seat and wincing slightly before looking about the bar. She spied another patron playing with some device and while she would normally ignore them sheer boredom took hold and made her curious.

Maedos lifted herself up with her good arm, picking up her runed axe and using it as a walking stick, clomped over to the woman and looked over her shoulder, squinting suspiciously at a picture of lolcats.
"What in Aeos' name is that thing?" She asked in a grouchy and bored sounding voice, pointing at the tablet.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Cursed Wood

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Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery

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"I hate this place..." Faindir muttered miserably as he stared up at the forest roof high above, pouting childishly as he rocked his hammer back and forth between his currently unarmored legs, the head of the weapon resting on the ground. "Its all dark and dank and cold..."
The bulky red skinned man's companion, Asynda, nodded as Faindir stated his opinion of the cursed wood for the umpteenth time, the frail looking green tinted individual quietly tending to a simmering pot of meat and broth, swirling a wooden spoon through the murky liquid absent mindedly, tossing a few herbs in from a pouch attached to his robes.
Faindir huffed at his companions silence, rolling his head from side to side. "Why does Serianata do this to us? He sent Laedir into and desert and Maedos into a bog and us... Well he sent me into a damp forest... You're perfectly comfortable but I can't even get a proper nights rest with all this wet."
"You mentioned this Faindir." Asynda said quietly, picking up a bowl and pouring several spoonfuls of stringy meat and broth into the metal container, passing it to Faindir. "Come on, eat up getting some meat in you'll make you feel better."
The red skinned Aeon huffed but took the bowl with no complaint and began to drink the meal while gazing out amongst the trees as Asynda poured himself some soup as well.

The setting changes from cursed-wood to Drifter's Post

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Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery

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A pair of ragged individuals carried themselves into the cross road, on of them a massive broad shouldered individual and the other scrawny but tall, the larger of the two clutching his armored arm and limping slightly blood and black mire clinging to his clothes, his lanky companion doing their best to support their friend, the larger's weapons hanging loosely from his armor and the lankier's book and lantern bouncing off of their legs as they walked.
They lumbered into the small ruined structure, the larger of the two collapsing onto his backside the force of his fall causing the structure to rattle and creak as he leaned back and groaned, muttering irately in an alien tongue as thunder rolled and the heavens opened, rain pouring down around the rickety old structure with the sound of white noise, the lanky green skinned individual rifling through his pouches and bags for supplies, they're lantern glowing with an eerie teal light as they pulled out bandages and a few herbs as well as a canteen, the hot surface of it steaming lightly in the cold dusk air.
The larger slowly removed their armor as the smaller approached them, handing the canteen over while helping place the armor pieces gently on the ground, quietly tending to the wounds, placing herbs and bandages atop the large bruises and gashes along the larger's body.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ Paladin of Light?! ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Daemala could not believe her ears. Just what were the Monks allowing within that damnable Shrine of theirs?! It was the Shrine of Shrines and was supposed to be a homage to religious freedom but at what cost?

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Draco shrugged. "I don't ask those questions. I merely snuff out the light when I find it, if possible." He blinked slowly. There were millions of years of hardship and strife behind those glowing crimson orbs - all of it caused by Light.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ Of course, you realize, I do appreciate their defense- this was, of course, before we've had the pleasure of making formal acquaintance. A Paladin of Light has little business acting on order of The Hollow. I will have to have a ...word with our head of military operations. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ Daemala sniffed and adjusted her skirts. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ Are you familiar, Lord Draco, with the history of Verinotte Hollow? ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ No. Only that I want to add it to my Empire. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ But why? You know not of it's origin? I apologize and mean no offense- this just comes as a bit of a surprise. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Daemala Tauvyr was sure he wanted it for it's supernatural population and acceptance of darkness, but now was unsure of his motives.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ Every inch of land I control adds to my power to bring Darkness to the rest of the world. My Darkness is ever-corrupting. If I were to simply take the land, it would die, and nothing would be left but your Castle. Every Soul my Legion consumes adds to their numbers, which adds to my power. This place is already dark - I should have started my conquest here. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Daemala Tauvyr couldn't help but smile. There were few souls left for the taking in the Cursed Wood. The land itself was cursed as well - she wasn't too sure if the trees had spirits left in them either. Spirits, at least, that weren't already corrupted to some degree.
He was absolutely correct.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ Perhaps. You are here now.

Now, this conquest... ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Daemala Tauvyr had plenty of questions. She wasn't sure where to start. She wanted to know more of her role, of her Queenhood over vampires, of her place in the grander scheme- hopefully one of luxury, leisure, and power.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ I am here. The Hollow and the Wood will be mine one way or the other. How quickly it falls and how.... well preserved this land remains will be ultimately up to you, and how quickly you can bring the Detente to heel. If results aren't brought to me in a timely manner, I will simply take what I want. You will die, the Vampires will die, everything will die, and be part of the Legion. Mindless, knowing only the agony of my Corruption. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Draco of the Shadows narrowed his eyes and the ring Vibrated gently. An overwhelming sense of dread would likely fill Daemala's mind. An extremely small idea of the agony that was being corrupted by Draco.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Daemala Tauvyr felt the discomfort and frowned. It was very similar to feelings when she was turned for the first time what seemed to be eons ago. It was not a comfortable feeling. She did not like to be reminded of any aspect of her mortality. As the dread grew she looked Draco in the eye.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ My authority is of no question; do not be mistaken. The Cursed Wood may fall under your command, however it will thrive. The Legion, as you've noted, will find happy home here. The Cursed Wood and Darkness are synonymous- it is a match made in... ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Daemala Tauvyr raised her chin all the higher. Despite the buzzing of the ring she didn't take her fingers from twirling it around. There was power there, and she was thirsty for it. She didn't let her fear show- couldn't. There could be no question to her Queenhood. There would be no question to her Queenhood! Queen of the Vampires, she sang in her head.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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 “ The Legion has no need for Comfort. All they feel is agony. ”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery Character Portrait: Vlad Paternosta Character Portrait: Rick Iniciar Character Portrait: Fedelia of Iniciar Character Portrait: Stan Simple

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Draco of the Shadows noticed her raised chin and stop in speech. He noted the uncomfortable aura that emanated from her, and let his eyes relax. The power surge receded, and she'd feel normal again. Whatever constituted for Normal for a Vampire.

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